We shall thank our God for graces <br />That we've never known before; <br />We shall look on manlier faces <br />When our troubled days are o'er. <br />We shall rise a better nation <br />From the battle's grief and grime, <br />And shall win our soul's salvation <br />In this bitter trial time. <br />And the old Flag waving o'er us <br />In the dancing morning sun <br />Will be daily singing for us <br />Of a splendor new begun. <br /> <br />When the rifles cease to rattle <br />And the cannon cease to roar, <br />When is passed the smoke of battle <br />And the death lists are no more, <br />With a yet undreamed of beauty <br />As a people we shall rise, <br />And a love of right and duty <br />Shall be gleaming in our eyes. <br />As a country, tried by sorrow, <br />With a heritage of worth, <br />We shall stand in that to-morrow <br />With the leaders of the earth.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prophecy-22/
